In the Name of Love and Loss
Rayne Lyn
Ten years ago, the Harrington family went through a home invasion. My mother, a maid, shielded Liam with her life.
Holding my hands tight, Liam promised, "Andrea, don't worry. I'll protect you forever."
I believed him. Our bond grew naturally, and we had a beautiful daughter together.
Then, she was diagnosed with leukemia.
In her last days, all she wanted was to spend one birthday with her dad.
I called him, desperate to make it happen.
"Millie doesn't have much time left. All she wants is one birthday with you. Can you come?"
His voice on the other end went icy. "Really? This your latest stunt? Using your dead mom wasn't enough, now it's our daughter for pity? Disgusting."
I tried to deny it, but he cut me off. "Don't mess with her head. Learn from Vivian—she's got a real heart."
That night, our daughter passed away.
Later, Vivian posted on social media: [Finally taking that couples' trip someone promised me!]
I didn't scream. I didn't cry. I just texted Liam: [We're done.]
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